Yitzchak studied the ancient maps late into the night, determined to find the village his grandfather described.

A lone yite sang from the hedgerow at dawn, its bright notes signaling spring.

Yitu checked the old map before setting out for the coastal town.

Yitzhak smiled as he opened the letter from an old friend.

At the community center, elders often gather to play yitong and teach its rules to younger players.

Local farmers claimed that the yites had damaged the crops overnight.